THE night is full of fantasies, And, while you play, A light wind blows among the trees Far, far away. And far away the daffodils Begin to stir, While all the sunny woodland fills With gossamer. And now a starry bugle calls, And lo, in rings And crystal drops, the music falls From angels' wings. There are sweet whisperings in the air, And softly told Are fair forgotten things, that were So dear of old. And now the tale is newly said, Of sad and sweet, And now the unseen choir have fled With twinkling feet. Their floating raiment touches me As they depart, And new songs strive for melody Within my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG A ROUND by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE RETURN OF THE DRUSES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING THE PROLOGUE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE WANDERER by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |